Just A Turn Of The Doorknob, And

Look Back On Time With Kindly Eyes, He Doubtless Did His Best; How Softly Sinks His Trembling Sun In Human Nature's West!

The Possible's Slow Fuse Is Lit By The Imagination.

I Do Not Feel I Could Give Up All For Christ, Were I Called To Die.

Spring Is The Period Express From God. Among The Other Seasons Himself Abide, But During March And April None Stir Abroad Without A Cordial Interview With God.

We Never Know How High We Are Till We Are Called To Rise. Then If We Are True To Form Our Statures Touch The Skies.